Stone robins perched in the shadows of a rotted tree
that stood lone over a field of paper flowers.
Black clouds blocked out the gray sky,
dropping a rain of tears upon the forlorn landscape.
A once glorious city now lay in smoldering ruins,
tendrils of smoke rising from heaps of shattered hope.
A lone man stood hunched over in pain,
bleeding crimson regret from the open wounds
that covered his torn flesh.
He lay his sword down in a puddle of blood and sorrow
and kneeled over it, praying for forgiveness,
praying for patience,
and receiving only raindrops of tears that pattered on the ground,
threatening to push any survivor over the wall
that separated their sanity from chaos...
---Colton Balentine (©2003)
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